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Vampire Corpse Haven IV ~Bunny and Ducky~

With a mock pout the strange girl leaned back, placing leather boots upon the table. The jangle of metal was heard. "That' terrible." She breathed, though the sentiment didn't reach the poised expression. "So was he torn limb from limb by a dog? Blood seeping from every pore as it burst into the air like a fog of death?" She inquired casually, abruptly leaning forward with a sweet smile. The thud of her chair echoing in the emptiness.

Vox stepped forward, placing a reassuring hand upon Karita's shoulder. "Thats enough of that." She scolded the girl, irritated that this rift raft was allowed within his home. The girl blinked at him, pulling at her braid to idly stroke at its ends. "I was just curious..." she mused as she blinked innocently.


Flexing his fingers the Vampire caused Evey to squeal as he sidestepped, barely missing Riley's assault. If the man hadn't announced himself previously it probably would have ended badly. "Ah.." he said smoothly, "The shadow..." Corking an eyebrow the cloaked man smiled, revealing white fangs. "I see you are in fact a shadow... a shadow of what you once were." Yellow eyes peered towards Evey, as her hand dug at his fingers, unwilling to remain a damsel in distress. "Its a pity..." the man continued, before a sharp curse escaped him.

Evey had maneuvered her slim fingers between his grasp and her neck, pulling his finger away from her throat so swiftly a resounding crack was heard. Suddenly his grip loosened as he flung her to the building nearby. The action was so swift Evey was unable to catch herself as her head bounced against the brick. The bridge of her nose as well as her temple cracked with blood, soaking the white fur of her hood as it dripped down her rounded chin. Sliding down the wall she curled her legs under her as she caressed her face, the sticky red liquid coating her fingers, as she smeared it upon her face, attempting to find the most prominent wound.

The vampire eyed her crumpled figure with detest as he turned towards Riley, "Unexpected you'd be attached to that. At least it will now be more convenient for me to employ you."
 
Katrina frowns at the volley of questions, but more so at the shoes on top of the kitchen table. "Your parents failed you at some point, girl," is all the blonde has to offer in return, turning into Vox's grasp. "Thank you again, for your kindness and your hospitality. Even when it may not be deserved."

Pulling the fabric of her dress tighter around her chest, she turns to retire back to the room she now shared with Iset, wanting to be away from the miserable purple haired girl.

Faintly, Riley smiles at Evey's actions, proud that she has been learning to fight back. Even as she smacks against the bricks with considerable force, he takes comfort in knowing that she will survive such. But the words coming from this man give the young looking vampire cause to pause. Clearly, he knew this vampire.

Impulsively, he starts to state he is not for hire, but then, this vampire clearly went through some effort to find him and knew his weakness, what harm could come from conversation. "Employ me to do what, exactly?" He inquires, his voice surprisingly calm despite all the rage of previous moments.
 
Vox glanced after Karita leaves the room. Turning on the youngling he seethed, "Shame on you. You don't belong here with your poor manners."

The girl tilted her head, "If only you knew who I was."

"Too bad its of no consequence" replied Vox as he as well departed with a low sweeping bow.

Evey moaned in her corner as she turned to eye her assailant and Riley. The Vampire remained silent as he regarded Riley. Slowly his placed a few digits into his mouth, tasting the blood still lingering there from Evey. "Mmm" he breathed, tasting her sweetened blood which was often polluted from her love of chocolate and strawberries. "Perhaps I misspoke. I wish to have you do a few meager deeds rather than employee you. If money motivates you I can spare some, though..." he turned to peer at Evey, who's eyes widened at his expression in fear. "I'm sure I can find other motivations..." he finished thoughtfully.

"You will kill the rogue vampires, Iset, Artemis as well as the one causing this rather distasteful upheaval of fledglings. The council is well aware of the werewolves rebellion, however we have more pressing matters that are pestering us. I would suggest the Haven be abolished as well. It is after all against immortal laws..." Still his gaze lingered on Evey, before sliding to Riley suggestively as he flexed his hand. "I see she is not far behind you. The choice is your's, but now that I know your weak spot I'd suggest you make the appropriate choice..."

With that he smirked, bowing deeply before vanishing as quickly as he had appeared leaving Evey shuddering in the corner completely baffled.
 
Riley rushes to Evey's side as quickly as the vampire vanishes, helping her to her feet and checking her over to evaluate the extent of her injuries. It would make sense that the Council was keeping an eye on the situation here, and they were never fond of the older vampires that weren't part of the club. But Riley tended to keep his head down and kept out of politics. Sure, during his assassination days, he might have picked up an odd job or two from them, but this was the first time he had interacted with a council member themselves. Curious that.

His green eyes scan the area, waiting for the Egyptian ancient's appearance, trying to decide how best to proceed. The threat to Evey was blatantly made, but Riley wasn't so sure how well he'd fair against the whole crowd that had recently assembled. Removing the Haven itself wouldn't be an issue, it's an old mansion, so torching it would go swimmingly. But killing Iset and Artemis would not be easy, and Riley had a strange guilt association with the idea of potentially harming Laetitia and her family. She was such a painfully kind woman.

But then the jet black hair and blur of tanned flesh announced Isetnofret's presence, teeth bared and ready for a fight in favor of defending the two standing off to the side of the alley way. "No wolves?" she inquires, quizzically. The place smelled a bit like old vampire and a lot like garbage.

"No, the council," Riley sighs. Running a hand through his hair. "They want me to kill you and Artemis and destroy the Haven," he informs her with a smile, watching the woman's smaller frame tense. He rushes at her suddenly, a stake in hand, fully prepared to kill the ancient if she doesn't respond quickly enough.
 
Evey barely stood with assistance as pain coursed through her body. Her limbs felt heavy as her head pounded in pain, her vision blurring. She was vaguely aware of Riley's assessing caresses. Completely oblivious to Iset's approach she stumbled in surprise when she appeared.

Her senses were clouded as sounds echoed around her, the smell of garbage and iron churning her stomach. Clutching her abdomen she braced herself against the wall. The world spun about her as she anchored herself, gulping air as she began to heave.

A council member? She began to panic. Artemis. Her mind began to race, speedily registering the current situation. Turning she glimpsed the subtle tensing of Iset, sensing Riley's intent even before he lunged.

But, as she reached to grasp him a howl pierced the evening air, causing Evey to still. The sharp pitch pierced her like a blade, her body going rigid as her eyes widened, pupils expanding. Completely seized up she let out a shriek made of pure terror. A scream so leaden with fear that passing mortals stopped to stare. They too seemed to pause in fear due to her response. The alleyway hid most of their forms, the deep chill of night settling over the corner like a blanket.

It had been some time since her vicious attack. Back when the America's had been born, deep in the untouched forests of the frontier. It had been that long since she had encountered her nightmare, her creation and her past.

Although, she had heard the many rumors of werewolves within Paris, she had yet to encounter one, nor even hear or smell one. Shaking her head, golden curls twirled about her. She had deluded herself into security, believing fear would not reach her while in the company of her companion.

But, there she stood, horror pulsing like fire through her veins.

"No.. " she whispered at first, seeming unaware of her surroundings. "NO." She said forcefully as her hands rose slowly to her face. Her fingers laced into the silky tresses of her hair as she yanked, as if trying to pull herself away from memories.

Another scream ripped through her as she attempted to bolt away, only finding a wall behind her. Scooting into the nearby corner she collapsed, her body shuddering like a trembling rabbit. Her finger bit into the pavement until their fleshy tips began to bleed. Evey continue to frantically shake her head, her eyes so heavily shut it caused her eyebrows to furrow.
 
Isetnofret grasps the younger vampire's hand, attempting the wrench the stake from his hand before he could do any real damage with it. Her nails dig into his callous rough flesh, tearing away at it to spice the air with the scent of fresh blood. A wicked smile curls on her lips as she takes a dainty step towards the taller youth, his hand still caught firmly in her clutches and jerks him violently off balance.

Riley stumbles into the momentum, allowing Iset to fling him over her body, landing on all fours easily enough. Before she can turn to face him, he's lunging at her back, fangs bared, ready to sink in to her exposed shoulder. But he never actually has the opportunity. She drops down easily, her tiny body closing in compact around itself to allow Riley to just pass harmlessly past her and tumble to the ground once more. Faintly, he registers the filth clinging to his clothing and has to restrain himself from sighing and keep his attention on the fight.

Until Evey screamed and both of the dark haired vampires snapped their attention to the little blonde. Flinging himself up from the ground, he rushes to her side, gathering her into his arms as she screams a second time. Gently he tugs her away from the wall, pulling her hands to his chest. Better to have her gouge away at him and heal herself in the process than bang herself up more. Isetnofret approaches warily, watching the couple with a confused mixture of concern and hostility.

Glancing up at the older vampire, Riley gives her a look that almost comes off as apologetic. "If we're going to kill the Counsel together, I've got to know you can keep up. But the moment I doubt you, I may change my mind. I'll do whatever I need to to keep her safe," he says, caging the tiny vampiress in his much stronger arms, holding her tight against his chest. While his mind was racing with what to do next, he kept his pulse steady to help calm the girl, waiting for her to come down of her own accord. All he felt confident enough to do in this moment was keep her safe until she could.

Iset narrows her eyes at the boy, or perhaps he could be considered a man, and contemplates her own options. It would be much better to deal with the myriad of enemies with a few allies, and as long as they kept Evey safe along with everyone else, she had her ally. But he was an admittedly fickle one. And the Counsel would not be easy to deal with, especially if Artemis was too stubborn and stupid to realize that they can't stay divided and survive this particular situation. Sighing, the Egyptian woman shrugs. "You will do what you must to spend your time with your woman. And I will do the same. This is fair," she agrees, a nod sends her bob cut into a frenzy of motion before she bounds off to let the pair deal with the attention the screams had brought.
 
Evey shuddered, her eyes open and bleary. Unfocused she fought against the restraint. Her muscles throbbed with effort as she tried to pry herself away from her companion. Evey's face registered only horror, her strength surprising in her fear.

Her panic seized her chest, her throat dry. However, on some basic level she must have registered Riley's presence because even as she struggled against him, her fingers curled into his shirt.

Finally, after what was only a few moments of struggle her body lost strength, the muscles too delicate to remain taunt for long.

Evey's gaze gleamed with unshed tears as the panic subsided. "Oh" she breathed slightly. She seemed to peer around only briefly looking for her previous attacker, Iset, or a wolf but soon melted into her companion. Her cheek pressed against his as she nuzzled him, needing to feel his skin against her's. The blood that had dried to her face flaked against his skin, leaving her sweet smelling essence against his flesh.

"Riley." She breathed as she pressed her face into the crook of his neck. Her fingers threatened to tear at his shirt, as if she feared he'd soon disengage from her. "We missed the lights..." she said softly.

A symphony of howls rang through the cold night air and she tensed against him. It should have been expected. Wolves were rarely without a pack.

With a whimper Evey chastised herself, feeling foolish, but overwhelmed and exhausted. Wolves, Ancients, Iset, Council, Artemis... Artemis...
 
Gently, he rocks the tiny blonde as she comes back to reality, working his fingers through her hair that wasn't matted with blood. "We can try again, but lets get you home," he replies to her silly concern. Leave it to Evey to be attacked and worried about some lights that will burn for nights to come. Carefully, he climbs to his feet, her tiny body nestled against her chest. Trying not to draw too much more attention, he moves with only heads towards the mouth of the alley, reassuring strangers that everything is okay, he was taking her to the hospital. No need to call the police or an ambulance. Everything is fine.

As soon as he had disentangled himself from the crowd, he was off with much more speed, heading towards the hotel they roomed in before this nightmare had started. Not the same room, not even the same setup, just the familiarity of the air, the walls might help put the fledgling at ease. And while he planned on working with Iset, he didn't want the Counsel to be aware of this just yet.

It was a bit of a hassle getting her through the doors bloodied without too many questions, but he managed well enough and once he had his keycard in hand, he made a bee-line towards their bath, to get her cleaned up. Slamming the doors shut behind him, he perches the girl on the sink's edge, looking over her body for any wounds he might not have already noticed. All in all, she seemed relatively okay, mostly as a result of her fighting back for once. "You did so good tonight," he mutters, almost dazedly surprised. It has never really occurred to him that he might be able to teach Evey to protect herself. That at one point, she might not need to cling to a monster to keep her face from others.

Carefully unbuttoning the ruined fur coat, his hazel eyes search out her own bright green ones, his gaze unflinching as he starts to very slowly undress the battered girl, giving her every opportunity to express pain, to stop him. All the while his fingertips seem to linger just a fraction of a second longer on any bare flesh they might come across.
 
Evey remained mostly quiet, her expression marred by a frown of disappointment. Feeling the familiar porcelain under her she clutched the edge with dirty fingers. Her ankles crossed as she regarded him. She seemed docile and calm, though weariness etched into the roundness of her eyes. She blinked slowly as she let him once over her wounds, or lack there of. It seemed a usual custom to her, as if her companion often had to take inventory of her troubles. Though, when he complimented her she straightened.

Evey, herself hadn't thought much of her reaction, in fact she had felt that she had shamed him. She should become more aware of her surroundings. But, she had always depended on Riley. Even during her brief stay at the Haven she was protected so intensely, like a baby bird. Evey regarded him for a moment, before looking away to peer at the wall to the left. She had after all, broken the Ancient's hand, prying it away from her neck. Despite being thrown like a rag doll, perhaps Evey had done well. In the past, she would have simply surrendered. Even during her mortal days, when Riley had saved her from werewolves she had surrendered. Surrendered to any situation as simple fact and fate. Finally, in a whisper she responded, "I was merely motivated to live." Turning her gaze once more to him she allowed him to assist her out of her coat, shrugging out of the material lazily. The silk blouse underneath was slightly rumbled, a deep rose that cuffed at her shoulders. The buttons glimmered like silver before tucking into the tight waistband of soiled jeans. Torn, bloody and encrusted in dirt the jeans would have to be trashed. Toeing off her own boots she sighed, enjoying the freedom. Cold water had seeped in through the laces.

Evey's lips parted as she felt Riley's fingers against her flesh. Slowly, as if she might scare the much larger man she slid off the sink. Her palms remained glued to the edge as she slowly lowered herself down, her soft curves grazing against him. Despite being capable at this point to undress herself she stared at him, silently assessing the situation as she presented the row of buttons to him with a small arch in her back.
 
His eyes drop as Evey shrugs off her jacket and get caught at the topmost silver button, his hands coming to an idle rest for a moment on her hips. But her softly spoken words drew a smile to his thin lips, slightly softening his angular face. It was the only answer he needed to hear to somehow believe that Evey would be fine through all of this somehow. Drawing his eyes back up to her face with only the slightest tinge of regret, the blood both marring and adding to her beauty. She looked like something wild, a doll made of flesh and violence. Something edible.

He could hear the hitch in her breath as her lips parted, feel that pause deep within his being and the world narrowed down to just this tiny girl, sliding forward. As she disengages with the sink, her body presses against him in all the best ways before coming to rest so painfully close that all he'd have to do is bend down to be able to trap her entirely. And the only thing that kept him from doing exactly that was the glint of the silver buttons in the harsh bathroom lighting. With hands obviously taunt with restrained energy, he painstakingly slowly unbuttons each one, letting the fabric fall open to expose more milky white flesh. After each one, his fingers slowly slide down to the next, occasionally brushing over some miniscule amount of her body but never too much. Near the waist, he pauses, wondering if he should pull the shirt just up and out, but instead opts for taking care of the ruined jeans.

Maintaining his gaze on her eyes, he grabs either side of the rough fabric, tugging on it every so slightly with a twist to relinquish it's grasp on the button holding it all into place. Hands firmly on her hips, inside of the loosened pants, he starts to tug them down, bending at the knee so she could step out of them as his hands glide down her thighs.
 
Evey remained painfully still, as if making any motion would shatter the moment. Her lush bottom lip pinkened under the assault of her teeth as she pulled it into her mouth. Stepping gingerly out of her pants she remained still, her hips adorned in simple purple cotton. Evey had always preferred comfort. Though as befitting her, the undergarments were not without a trim of lace, as they encased her wide hips. Despite being petite her thighs and hips were well rounded. She had little muscle, her body hardly toned, but the softness of her curves were more evident in her undress. Shrugging out of the rose silk top she let it slide deliciously down her arms. Her hands still remained plastered upon the sink, causing the shirt to pool at her wrists. Because of Evey's small form and younger body she had often taken to the habit of not wearing a bra. She found the garment strange, and constricting. More constricting than the corset's she had grown up with. Her flesh was sensitive, and the lace often caused her nipples to tighten painfully for hours. Her breasts were well rounded at least, despite her young age when she found undeath. She had the form of a older teenager who probably survived on too much bread and potatoes during rough times.

Her stomach was pulled taunt as she arched her back, her small waist easily spanned by one of his hands. Evey's ribs showed slightly from this stretched position as she sucked in air. Her toes curled as she felt his calloused hands smooth down her thighs. After stepping out of the jeans she kept one of her leg's slightly bent; tensed and unsure. Riley had seen her in various states of undress many times, yet she felt suddenly aware of his gaze. He was usually reluctant to touch her, but as his hands skimmed down her smooth legs she tilted her head. Golden curls waved past her shoulders, some settling over her displayed breasts. The blood colored the molten hue a deep burgundy, while some were streaked with pink. Evey's dark eye lashes fluttered, her lip sliding from her teeth, tender and indented.
 
On one knee and with this proximity, her scent had completely enveloped him, causing a slight dilation of his pupils. Every detail of her dirt smudged face was fascinating, the slightest jostling of her hair like a bunny darting off into the woods and every inch of his predatory body was ready to pounce. But there was no need to rush things, no point in spoiling this moment. She had always wanted this, he convinces himself, knowing that he had always wanted this as well. Riley had always been worried that he would damage her, break her in some way. And perhaps he would, but she had thus far proven herself to be capable of much more than he had ever anticipated and perhaps this is what she needed to see. The danger of staying with him any longer.

Of course, he probably could have reasoned his way through any means to convince himself that he was in the right as this beautiful, innocent creature offers up her vulnerable stomach to his mouth, essentially. The blood stained hair just barely grazes the curves of her breast and that was all Riley needed to spring into action, his hand clasping on the thigh of her bent leg, pulling it to his body, pressing it against the length of him as his mouth lands on her stomach, just about the delicate purple lace. Every part of him wanted to rip it away, but not yet. No, not yet.

But he was no saint and the limit of his restraint was already being tempted by that soft fabric just below his mouth and so he tugs her down to close his mouth, fangs and all around her adorable, pink nipples on the crest of ample enough flesh for him. Gathering up her softness against the hard plains of his body, he wraps his arms more and more around her, grabbing hold however he might to have just that extra bit of leverage to keep her from squirming away from his mouth. Tongue works over the flesh, drawing the peak to a hard point as he manages to catch just a hint of the taste of her blood from a stray hair, enough to draw forth the softest noise of masculine pleasure.
 
Evey shuddered, her body jumping in surprise at the sudden feel of his mouth. Her stomach compressed even more, her skin contracting in pleasure even as she thrust her hips forward to increase the pressure of his lips. With a soft mew her knees began to buckle just in time to be pulled down. Her eyes popped open as he assaulted her sensitive nipple. The feeling was sudden and unfamiliar. Excitement, fear, curiosity and pleasure spiked her scent. Her thighs melted into him, her apex resting on his hips as she naturally straddled him. A sharp moan tumbled out of her mouth as she arched away from him.

But, even as her breast pulled away, tightening in pleasure, she pulled his head towards her. The silk blouse fluttering to the tile floor, leaving her all but completely exposed. Warmth coiled in her belly, heavy and new causing her to buck her hips against him as her fingers tightened in his hair. The scrape of his fangs against her breast caused hot streaks of pleasure to rocket through her body.

"A-ah" she breathed softly as she frantically grasped for an anchor. Her hands slowly moved to his shoulders, pulling at the linen shirt as she cooed against him. Looking for reprisal her hips rocked slightly at first, small circles. But as the pleasure increased with each shift she soon began pressing more insistently. Evey's hips twitched in time with his tongue, as if each nerve ending was centered on that one point of attention.

"D-don't." She began, curving her body towards him as she pressed her lips to his temple. "Don't leave me."
 
Every noise the girl made only encouraged him to open his mouth more, to take more flesh into his mouth, to graze his teeth a little more against the suddenly flushed skin. The heat of her mound pressed to his groin paired with her intoxicating scent was all the encouragement he needed to send his hands roaming across every inch of her, as if memorizing her body using only his hands. After all, he couldn't see much without relinquishing his prize, and he wasn't about to do that.

Riley allows her to tug his hair just the slightest bit, moving so as to glance up at her face, his hungry gaze enjoying her frantic state. Every twitch and roll of her body against his only served to draw about a painfully insistent twitch of an erection the youthful male had yet to even acknowledge. Forget his excitement, she was enjoying this. And he was going to persist, increasing the pace with his tongue as her hips synced with the motion.

But then came a negative word and in his entranced state, he wasn't sure what she was protesting. His body goes rigid, it had occurred to him to ask her if he should stop, but he hadn't wanted her to resist. He wasn't sure that he could actually stop. Even in this moment, every thought racing about the possibility of losing Evey forever, all he wanted to do was rip off those panties and steal away the virginity she'd never lost in her in innocence. She couldn't stop him. More words are distant as he shifts her around easily, until she was sprawled out on the floor, hair splayed around her like a blood streaked halo.

Hovering over her, he stares hard into her eyes, just barely not touching any part of her body in this moment. "Whatever you want, Evey," he mutters, before dropping down to close his mouth over her throat, digging his fangs hard into the flesh as he tears the underwear violently off her body, the soft purple shredding with the force and undoubtedly wrenching painfully across her hip, but that was a distant concern.
 
Evey shivered, teeth biting into her own lip painfully as he increased pressure on her nipple. A high pitched mew of pain mixed with pleasure caught in her throat. She tossed her head backwards as her body quaked from the over heightened sensation. Peering upwards at him she labored to breath in her excitement, as if her arousal was a panicked state as well. Anxiety coiled through her as she gazed at him.

Her legs locked around him, desperately trying to pull him to her core, despite the fact he was still clothed. Evey tilted her head away, exposing a long expanse of her creamy neck to his mouth. The anxiety dissipated slightly at his words of reassurance. She locked her thighs around his hips, gasping in pain as he ripped away the only piece of cloth on her. An angry line of red appeared on her right hip, where the cloth was snagged away.

Jagged pain ripped through her throat as his fangs pierced her flesh. Her blood, as always was sweet but seemed to be thickened in her arousal, pulsing against his lips. The pain melded into a fiery heat that spread to her chest. The nipple he had painfully aroused now a deep red as air and linen scraped against the nerves. As if to reassure herself, Evey skimmed her own hand up her hip to her neglected breast. With a sweet moan she caressed her own body, her small hand molding the plentiful mound. Plucking at her nipple with one hand she bucked against him once more.

Her free hand traveled down his abdomen, before she finally left her own breast to pull at the buttons of his shirt. Scraping her fingers down his chest she pulled at the waistband of his jeans. As Evey worked to unbutton the material her fingers dipped teasingly, tracing the flesh below. Finally she managed to disengage the button, her breasts pressed together as she stretched her limbs to reach him. Unzipping the pants she freed his erection, her frenzy relaxing as she traced her fingers over his throbbing cock. As one hand shyly caressed him her other returned to her breast. A broken moan escaped her as unfamiliar sensation zinged through her body.
 
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